My son accidentally spilled a glass of milk on the ground. This is what I taught him...

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the little girl clamored for milk. Thinking that drinking a cup of hot milk before going to bed would help her sleep, she agreed to her request.

I have always found it troublesome to make milk for my children. One time I make three cups, and cleaning the cup after soaking is also cumbersome, so I usually make less milk. But the twins seem to have a special liking for milk. Whether it's canned, yogurt-type, or lactic acid bacteria, they can't escape their greed.

I brought the little girl's milk bottles, put 90 ml of warm water in each, then poured it into a cup, put three spoons of milk, and added a packet of nutrition packets and stirred it. I made three cups in a row, one cup every day. The children gathered at the table and watched me make it. When everyone got a cup of water, they sat in the living room and watched TV with a cup in hand.

After a while, my eldest daughter ran to me and told me that my brother had poured the milk on the ground. I ran over and took a look. There was some milk spilled on the table, there was not much milk left in the cup, and there was a puddle of milk on the floor. My son was standing by the table, looking at me with an innocent look on his face.

I didn’t get angry, I just told him calmly, the milk fell on the floor, and my mother won’t talk about you anymore. Go get a mop and wipe it clean, wipe the table, and clean your pants. Change it off and wash off the milk yourself.

The son listened and nodded obediently. Fortunately, he knew that he was wrong and did not procrastinate like getting up in the morning, so he took action immediately. First, take a mop and mop up the milk on the floor, then wipe some of it, put on the clean pants I gave you, put the pants with milk in the bucket, sprinkle with washing powder, and use a brush to scrub. The whole process was completed in one go and smoothly.

Afterwards, I held my son in my arms and told him in a low voice that if you pour things out in the future, your mother will not tell you anything, but you must remember to be careful next time, and the mother will not refill the milk. You drank, not only because you only had one chance, but it was also a punishment for you, and you had to clean up the things that fell on the ground. My son nodded and happily chatted with me.

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